Boobs!!!! 

Oh what wonderful things they are! 

They come in so many sizes and types, some like to be sucked on gently, some like to feel that suction all the way down to their belly button!!! 

Some you can nibble on and others beg for you to bite them till the person is cumming down their legs!!! 

From light rope bondage to the extreme, hot wax running down the side in torrents to freezing ing ice cube trails, the sting of a riding crop to the gentle stroke of a feather, the sharp intense pain of teeth deeply marking property to the gentle sweep of soft butterfly kisses teasing their skin- oh all of the wonder things you can do to breasts. 

Even the hardest core pain slut I know cries out in torture when you look her in the eyes while you slide your tongue gently and softly around her nipple, smiling as you gently run your teeth over her erect hard little sensitive nipple. She shivers and shakes as thrills run down her body because she knows you truly see her, you see her as a thing of beauty and slowly torture her tits with soft touches and gentle kisses making her ride the wave of subspace but never letting her dip into it, keeping her present for all the lovely things you are going to do to those magnificent breasts. 

But, I also have the pleasure of knowing one of the sweetest ladies around that you would just like to cuddle with and baby, but inside of this woman beats the heart of a primal animal. 

She can tear you up when unleashed. Push her up against the wall, wrap your hand around her throat, rip her shirt open and you can start to see her chest heave, her eyes start to stare at you intensity as if to say “game on.” Oh that is when it really becomes delightful, you can practically feel the waves of desire rolling through her. 

You can’t help but pull back,  rip that bra off,  grab those tits in your hands and squeeze them as if your life depends on it. That’s when you can see her throw her head back close her eyes for a quick second before leveling her glaze back to your eyes. 

Challenge accepted and you better be ready, because once this passes she is going to be giggling like that sweet little again and it will be up to you to walk her through it all. But right now, you just want to hurt her; she wants you to hurt her because she knows you understand that you are one of the very few that gets to see her this way and she trusts you with her life. 

Her tits are amazing, they take that 1st slap so well, they bounce and jiggle like they are tempting you to hit them harder and you do, you can’t help but to beat them until she has cum running down her legs, tears running down her face and she is begging you with her eyes to own her. To take her over that ledge and let her fly.  Her beautiful breasts are an angry shade of red, her body squirming to be touched, and her lips whispering “thank you” or “I love you” over and over again while she is lost in her own little world and her body is completely yours. 

You hit them one time as you growl in her ear that she is yours and hang on as she leaps over that mental wall and is flying. She giggles back to life laying in your bed with your arms wrapped gently around her and your fingertips caressing her firm yet supple boobs while she floats back down to earth. 

There is just something magical about a beautiful set of gorgeous tits. And the best part, no two sets are the same!!! There are big ones, little ones, full and flabby or tiny and perky. They are all such a treat to get to play with. 

I used to worry about my larger “flabbier” ones because they are as cute and perky/full and firm as others, but they are amazing in their own way and look hot as fuck all tied up in a rope harness!!! 

So here is to the joy off all things boobie!!! They are awesome!! 



Water pills

The first time I’ve heard of water pills, I heard that if you want to lose a lot of weight,  you should take them.

Of course, I thought “why not I’ll just take a few and see what happens. I did loose some weight but was a peeing machine! So I stopped taking them and have been losing weight healthier. I did discover however that, within the last year, my right leg is getting a little out of control with the weight. 

I went to the doctor and she said said that I need to start being very careful and exercise more!  

so I started taking the water pills again and actually the pump went quite a bit down; however,  I’ve been a slacker and it’s time to start taking them again so I can get this under control. 

Yep that’s my oh-so-sexy leg, but you can see where that fatty watery build up is. It is bothering me  and that’s what I really want to work on this month!!! 

And,  for the fun of eating right once without having to remind myself why this change is a good thing, I had oatmeal for breakfast with apples/raisins.  it was so good and so yummy!

Lunch was a subway spinach salad and man, I so have to just start making my salads fress from home. The spinach was ready to turn old and for the love of Pete, how much dressing to you think is needed??? I swear they wiped all the goodness of that salad with two huge squirts of virgerette dressing!!!! 

Still not great with my walking because my knee still hurts but my friend is coming to spend the day tomorrow at a fair and I will walk damn it!!! 

I hope you are all well, please leave me some love!!! Lol

Food journal of a slacker… 

So in my quest to get healthy, I started eating right and exercising as well as walking! I could feel the weight start to come off but then started slacking big time. 

So this me narking myself off to my Maestre…

 I haven’t been doing a great job lately. Sure, I could use the excuse of the doc told me to slow down untill my heart exam came back clear, or that I really have crappy ass shoes that hurt my feet so bad I avoid walking, or I could just be truthful and say I am slacking and it is totally on me. 

Yes, I do miss videoing the exercises to show that I really did do them, but I am a grown ass woman and should be accountable to myself and my health 1st and then my Maestre. 

So time to be accountable, even if that means coming on here and tracking my workouts!!!! 

Living with others that purchase the food in the house makes it hard to stay focused on eating what I need to to be burning this fat and finding work out time is nearly impossible with them home – but I have a bedroom so that blowes that excuse right out of the water. 

But today is a new day and no time for excuses, I have a walk coming up in September thst I need to start getting ready for and a full movie that I plan on being fucked over the ottoman for the full damn thing!!!! 

One thing I haven’t slacked off on was eating breakfast and lunch. I have been sticking pretty steady to the oatmeal and fruit in the am’s 

and Subway spinach salads for lunch with dressing on the side, but maybe a little too much processed meat. 

I do need to go shopping and start making these at home. The price I pay for these everyday adds up and I  really need to start saving for my house and for a trip that I want to take in a few years. 

Dinners, on the other hand have been sucking and that’s been my downfall. Fried Chicken strips and really not healthy food, stuff that I need to stop being around. 

My body feels it tonight too!! I could not wait to go to bed, but when I got in here I was freezing and then hot and then freezing again. I guess this is what I get for being mean to my boyfriend when he said he was sick oops. 

 But, I really do need to start taking care of Maestre’s property again as well as honor myself and by becoming a hottest ass  GIF and the healthiest GIF I can be giggle!!!!! 

So let’s kick this weight in the ass,  jump start myself working again on being healthy and…. welcome to my journey,  I hope that by posting on here, where I know that he will read it, also will help me stay accountable to myself and to my Maestre. 

Communication in poly relationships 

When i first started down this path in this new relationship,  I was told,  and had read, that one of the most important things in a relationship is communication.  

I knew my skills sucked but didn’t realize how badly until the last few days. I feel like I let stress take over my life and then expected my boyfriend to make me all better on date night,  getting pissy when he couldn’t read my mind. 

He tries so very hard to make sure we all know we are loved equally and I can’t thank him enough for that and for all he does for us. It can’t be easy at all! 

I thought being a woman loving a poly man was hard sometimes, but yesterday,  and last night,  I got to see what being that poly man was like – somewhat. 

That is a position I don’t know if I would have the mental calmness to take on and it really can’t be easy with a ditzy chick that worries about almost everything and has such damn insecurity that she has let it interfere with just about every relationship she has been in! 

We found a book at the book store one day, “the subtle art of not giving a fuck” he pointed out that I so need that book to help balance myself out and after the last few days I can’t agree more. 

I do let myself dive into myrterism and then whine and complain when I don’t feel my needs are important to others, how can they be when I tell others they aren’t? 

I saw this quote this morning after I got in from my long drive home, 

“The world will not put a value on you greater than you value yourself,” 

Boy,  how true us that? He keeps showing me I have value and I keep denying it, even tho I do know it is true. I have so much value not only as a mom  grandma, girlfriend, but also as a woman and a person, I know these things,  so why I become a toxin person and spill crap all over the people I love? 

I love how a dearest lady told me that from now on she will just knock me upside the head next time she sees it coming on!!! 

I am such a lucky lady, but damn so so can’t wait to get to feel his teeth on my skin again soon. 

Sweet little spot.

I have my own private little space, my own private little spot, it is all mine and no one else shares it. 

I am sure many can see it, but only a few truely know for sure and even less would ever say something- even if they thought they knew, some times I wish they would see me. 

Sometimes I wish they would ask, but then I would just lie to them and blow off their worries, because that spot is mine and mine alone. 

I MAY share it and let you touch it, but you will never own it like I do. 

When I want to escape, be in control, go to a happy zone all I have to do is look down.

 It hasn’t been touched for a while now but when I want to feel better, I just have to run my finger along side of it and it sends chills up my spine. 

That spot has been well used and, even though I say I dont need to go there, I don’t need to play with it,  I know I will give in and play with it again someday soon. I feel the pressure building and sometimes just need the release playing in that spot brings.

There are many different ways I can touch that spot. 

Many different little touches that feels so good. 

Plus, where it is- I always have a way of saying “oops I accidentally touched it again” and no one (except for one, I am sure he notice) would question me upon glancing at it. 

Now that I no longer work in a kitchen, it has been a whole lot harder to blow off questions though. I do miss that waffle iron.

It used to be how I coped when I didn’t think I could, but they also serve as a reminder that I am too damn strong to let things make me feel lost today even when I don’t feel like I am.

I miss touching my spot somedays but it is mine and I can run my fingers over it and remind myself that it is right there waiting for me to comeback and visit it anytime I wish.

Beat me 

Push me up against the wall and wrap your hand around my throat. 

Grab my face in your hand and kiss me as if I was last drink of water on earth. 

Pull your hand back and slap me till my eyes water and your dick leaks. 

Push me down to my knees and force your hard cock down my throat, using these pretty lips for your pleasure while you bang the back of my head against the wall. 

Force me to swallow all of you as you grab my hair and pull me with enough force to me back up and over like a whore. 

I want to feel your hand, your belt, and the dragon’s tail beating me into your submission, I need to be reminded where my place is.

Force your cock in my wet pussy as you force our toy in my ass, shoving me into subspace and not letting go until I am screaming for you to fuck me harder. 

Feel my cum and blood trickle down my thighs as you pound harder and harder into me. Marking me as your slut as you rape my sweet ass. I need you. 

Slam one last time into me as you coat my walls with your cum and bite my neck as your marked tramp. 

Slowly pull out of me and lay me down on my belly as you clean us up and tell me what a good little whore I am for you Maestre. 

Hold me close and and listen to this heart that loves you. Tell me to cry and don’t let go until I do. 

Bring down the whip and open my soul. Wrap me in strong loving arms and hold me while I rebuild this foundation stronger that it was last time. 

Hold me and whisper those words I crave to hear in my ears. 

Bring me to life with your whip make me celebrate this life with your words. 

When you know… You just know. 

Isn’t it funny how people say that there is no such thing as true love at first sight, but yet others say that when it is right, when you meet “the one” you just know.?

I used to believe that you could only love, or you were only supposed to love just one person at a time and I went many years feeling like I wasn’t good enough to be “the one” I didn’t have enough to offer to be that one.

 Now that I am in my first truly open and loving relationship IONSHIP,  I can finally understand that I don’t have to Try  (and fail)  to be the one because there is no way one man or one woman can fulfill every desire another person has.  

Anyway, the reason behind this blogs is because today on Facebook this pic came up, 

This is Tim, he is no longer alive, he was gone less two yrs after this night. I miss him so much today.

The first time I saw him was a coffee date that turned into dinner. The moment I saw him I bit my lip, smiled, and hugged him. Yes enter here the sappy fireworks and butterflies) we laughed and talked for hours.  This pic was from our second date. There is now way I would have worn this outfit if not for him pushing me into torrid and putting me in it. 

 He left because he got cancer and went back to his ex. I wish I would have known then what I know know, it truly is ok to love more than one.  He taught me to open my heart and feel with love again. I wish I would have told him out loud that I loved him. 

And then about twenty minutes after that pic came up, grandbaby and I were looking at pictures in my phone and this one came up… 

(Oh my gosh, I look like a dork in these pics!!) 

This is our handsome man and I love him so much,  even tho I’m m working  on not saying it so much because I know it can get irritating. 

You might as well go back up and reread the first time I met Tim because that is almost the same damn way.  

Met for coffee that ended with him helping me shop for taco stuff for dinner. I don’t think I have laughed so much in years. I quit dating because I was dumped by a person that I thought cared about me, I was abused verbally and mentally by a man that I thought loved me before and I didn’t want to get back into that again. But the moment he hugged me goodbye that day, I was willing to try one more time. Yeap, bit the lip, lit the fireworks and couldn’t wait to kiss him. 

It took what felt like forever for us to finally get to have a second date and that is where this pic is from. He kissed my cheek and I was joking about him eating my face off. There is no way I would have went there without him threatening to toss me out of his car if  I didn’t.  He even took me to the world of Torrid  later also. 

 I know I am far from perfect and so is he, but he makes me feel gorgeous. I am learning some hard lessons (hard for me because I have never had to learn them nor have had communication like this) about myself and about enjoying life without expectations, even tho sometimes I really want to beg for them.

 I am learning what loving a man that openly loves others is about and sometimes it really isn’t easy, but then he tells me that I am just as important as they are and it is worth it. 


So this is me and I plan on smiling like this for many more yrs to come.